About Me
Born on October 13th 1809, what Wilder lacks in human emotion, they certainly make up for in experience. With a watchful bird eye and a touch of madness, they write not only what they know but what they see. And sometimes they see an awful lot.
In their spare time, Wilder enjoys crouching ominously on pallid busts and pecking the eyes from the heads of execution victims. Not to mention collecting shinies! Although they’ve been on disability since becoming a bird, it certainly hasn’t stopped them typing.